My latest track just released, you can listen to it on most streaming platforms. I had a lot of fun singing this one. It gave me old Paramore vibes.
This song like many others was written for my nieces doll’s band. Hope you like it!
More music comes out on Sunday (My Birthday!) so please check it out, especially the EP with songs from Vermin.
I posted the poem for Glitter back in 2020. I’d also recorded myself singing it while playing guitar in my studio after a recording session but never shared it…until now!
So, here is Glitter:
Ardin Patterson, Sept. 1st, 2020.
I once cut my arm
Just so I could breath
Cause my lungs were filled right up
With something heavy
And it made me sick
I thought I might throw up
I didn’t but I wish I had
I didn’t but I wish I never lied
I didn’t but I wish I had
I didn’t but I wish I wouldn’t smile.
Dodo, dododo, laladi, dada (x2)
I wrote it in my own blood
The letters of my name
Cause my reflection was all screwed up
I didn’t look the same.
Inside me rose a panic
It fluttered, it crept in deep.
Dug a hole inside my body
Where my heart used to beat.
Dodo, dododo, laladi, dada (x2)
Let me out
Hear me crying
On the bedroom floor
Little fears have eaten me alive
From the inside
Like an apple devoured by worms.
Here I am broken
Needing someone to hold me up
But I chased them
With fire
Said I had it all figured out.
Dodo, dododo, laladi, dada (x2)
As promised, yesterday the EP Songs from Vermin released onto streaming platforms, along with the single Loneliness. I had so much fun recording all of…
My latest track just released, you can listen to it on most streaming platforms. I had a lot of fun singing this one. It gave…
Since it’s my birthday this month, I’ve got a lot of music scheduled to release. Most of these are songs that were written either last…
Within this swamp land
The mist it hovers
It creates circles
Around your brothers
It lingers softly
Beneath your feet
It looms and it hovers
Along it creeps
Circling, circling
Lingering
It’s lingering
Circling, circling
Lingering
It’s lingering
(Ah, it draws you near/Within this atmosphere you feel no fear)
Smoke hangs in the air
And draws you near
Within this atmosphere
You feel
No fear
Under birch trees
And foggy skies
You forget that
We all die
Under birch trees (Circling, circling. Lingering, it’s lingering)
The air is clear (Circling, circling. Lingering, it’s lingering)
Except the mist that hangs (Circling, circling. Lingering, it’s lingering)
It’s always here
It’s always here
It’s always here
I wrote this song while thinking about the swamp my friends and I used to hang out in as teenagers. I’d get so many mosquito bites, but there was something pretty about all birch trees, trilliums and the mist on the water that always sparked our imagination.
This song is dedicated to them.
Ardin Patterson 